She smiles, still, but the expression flickers briefly. The distance hides distinct melancholy.
"...Thank you. If you offer, I will not refuse."
She sets down anything else she is carrying by the river's edge and picks up one of the folded lanterns. There is hesitation as she adjusts its shape, beholding it briefly.
"I am afraid..." She seems to have trouble finishing this sentence. "Well. Perhaps this is best, after all. ...May I tell you about someone?"
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Date: 2025-07-12 03:12 am (UTC)"...Thank you. If you offer, I will not refuse."
She sets down anything else she is carrying by the river's edge and picks up one of the folded lanterns. There is hesitation as she adjusts its shape, beholding it briefly.
"I am afraid..." She seems to have trouble finishing this sentence. "Well. Perhaps this is best, after all. ...May I tell you about someone?"